Her head falls back, the length of her neck such a fucking turn on, her tits so perky and her nipples so hard. I pound into her, wanting her now and wanting her forever.
“Oh God,” she moans, her fingernails pressing into my shoulder blades. “Yes, yes, Samson, that feels—”
And then she can’t speak, she can only moan, whimpering my name as I fill her with my come. As an orgasm rushes over her like a wave she wasn’t expecting. Her arms hold tight around my neck, clinging to me, and my hands hold her round ass, rocking against her.
“Holy shit, I didn’t know I could orgasm like that,” she purrs once we both finish, our bodies sweaty and hot and I want to wash her up good and clean, and then spread her legs, and lick her cunt like I did before.
I have so many dreams for us. I want to worship her body and show her my mountain and I want to watch her peak as she fucks me every damn day.
I love the fact that I get her so wet and get her off, and I kiss her again, this time soft and tender. This time, I kiss her mouth and then her cheeks and her chin. I kiss her nose and her forehead and her ears.
“What was that for?” she asks, catching her breath as I set her back on the ground.
“You have melted this cold, hard mountain man,” I tell her.
She shakes her head, laughing again, and the two of us dress quickly. Once assembled, with the rush of emotions still surging between us, I take her hands and pull her to me.
“I have to tell you something,” I say.
“What? Another joke about your balls?”
I shake my head, taking a deep breath, searching for the courage and strength to tell her what must be said. To tell her what I know might change everything.
“What is it?” Her face falls as if already preparing herself for the worst.
I wish I could do everything over again, wishing I had found another way into Ava Grace’s heart.
“I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you, Ava Grace. I only wanted to understand you. I wanted to see if we could be something more than a one-night stand. When I left your place after the engagement party, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. But I also knew how you’d been hurt before, and how bad I was at letting people in. I didn’t know if I could do it. So, I tried something different. Something I’ve never done before.”
“What?” She shakes her head. “I don’t understand. Tonight, was such a perfect night. Such a wonderful time, I feel things for you, that I—”
“Wait, Ava Grace, that’s not it. There’s more.”
Before I can say another word, the song in the loudspeakers change.
Bon Jovi, Living on A Prayer blares.
Ava Grace’s eyes meet mine, and I watch as the dots connect in her mind. As she puts two and two together. The Italian restaurant and the fucking ice-skating and this song and my inability to be there for her over Christmas when it’s the hardest time of year for me.
“You are Heart of Gold?”
I nod. “I am.”
I expect her to pull closer to me, or maybe that’s just what I want to happen. But she doesn’t. She pulls her hands from mine, steps back.
“I trusted you and all this time you've been playing me like a fool?”
I reach for her, but she’s already flying out of the locker room. I follow her, shouting her name. “Ava Grace, stop, let me—”
I go after her, but she already has her phone out, a car on its way.
“Don’t go,” I beg her. “Let me explain, I wasn’t trying to trick you, I wanted to see if…”
“If what? I was good enough for you?”
She looks at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. I want to wipe them away, take away all her pain. Make everything right for her.
“No, you are enough for me.”
“Oh, great,” she laughs sharply. “I’m glad you figured that out. But there’s still one problem.”
“What’s that?” I ask, wanting her to soften her stance, hear me out —trust me.
“Samson, I don’t think you’re enough for me.”
Then a car pulls up and she doesn’t even turn to meet my eyes.
“I love you, Ava Grace,” I tell her as she steps into the car.
She turns to me, her face written in pain. “But you lied.”
“I made a mistake.”
“Yes,” she says, her voice soft, her eyes a puddle of tears. “Yes, Samson, you did. I thought I could trust you and I don’t know what that means anymore. I need some time. Away from you and HeartofGold and whoever you think you are. We can talk at the wedding if I’m ready. Please, you owe me that.”